Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scion. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.